The First Meeting of Moon and Frost

Douluo Continent, Shrek City.

Shrek Academy's eastern gate.

"Name."

"Zhou Huan."

"Home address."

"Heaven Dou Empire, Sun Washed Commandery, Peach Spring Village."

"Recommendation letter."

"Here."

The young man, who had worn a blank expression like a registration machine, suddenly showed a trace of surprise. Even his pupils widened slightly.

However, he quickly suppressed the emotion and merely gave the youth before him another look. Hmm, he looked utterly ordinary. Nothing special about him at all.

Shaking his head, the young man stopped dwelling on it and continued, "Age. Soul Power Level."

The youth answered unhurriedly, "One month short of twelve. Level 22 Control System Battle Soul Master."

The young man raised his head and studied the youth before him seriously once more. "Can you release your Martial Soul?"

In truth, there was no need for the procedure of releasing one's Martial Soul, because no one had ever dared use false information to deceive Shrek Academy.

The reason was simple. Setting aside Shrek's power, the academy's most important course was actual combat. One fight would make everything clear.

This young man in charge of freshman registration merely wanted to see why the youth before him had received her recommendation letter. His curiosity had gotten the better of him.

Someone like him, an Inner Court Student, was not supposed to be handling freshman registration in the first place. Unfortunately, a teacher had dragged him over as cheap labor while he was wandering around.

And now, he had discovered something interesting.

On the other side, the youth did not hesitate in the slightest. He simply took a slow step forward. Instantly, two yellow Soul Rings rose from beneath his feet, and the surrounding temperature plummeted. Even the ground was covered with a thin layer of frost.

"Martial Soul: Frost."

"Brr..." The young man could not help shivering. "Junior Brother Zhou, please withdraw your divine power quickly. Your senior brother here is most afraid of the cold."

Zhou Huan nodded, and the aura of a Soul Grandmaster along with the chill vanished in an instant.

"This is your dormitory key: White Dormitory Building, first floor, Room 109. And this is the Freshman Enrollment Guide. Read it carefully."

"Thank you, Senior Brother." Zhou Huan accepted the key and a small booklet. After thanking him, he walked through Shrek Academy's gates.

A long while later, the young man responsible for registration was still staring at the recommender's signature on the recommendation letter: Zhang Lexuan, along with the trace of her mark and the Inner Court seal she had left behind.

"Senior Brother Gongyang Mo, sorry, sorry. I troubled you today." Just then, a panting student in a Black School Uniform, clearly an Outer Court Sixth Grade student, ran up to the young man.

"Hmph. You've got the nerve to say that? If it weren't for you, would I have been dragged over as cheap labor?"

"Senior Brother, calm down, calm down. This junior brother will treat you tonight. Let's go to Keman Tower."

"That's more like it."

"Huh, Senior Brother, this is..." He suddenly spotted the Inner Court seal on the recommendation letter in Gongyang Mo's hand. And the name Zhang Lexuan was one he had heard countless times.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't." Gongyang Mo rolled his eyes at his junior brother.

Honestly, he wanted to know what was going on too, but he was not in a position to ask.

That Junior Brother Zhou Huan had reached Level 22 before even turning twelve, so he certainly qualified as a genius. But Shrek had plenty of geniuses like that.

His Martial Soul was Frost, but it was nowhere near the level of Extreme Ice. The feeling it gave Gongyang Mo was about the same as that of another classmate, Ling Luochen.

So why had he received Senior Disciple Sister's recommendation letter?

The key point was that Senior Disciple Sister had never given anyone else a recommendation letter before.

In the Inner Court, quite a few people knew that Senior Disciple Sister Zhang Lexuan had been adopted by Shrek at a young age and had no relatives.

That was why Gongyang Mo had become curious about Zhou Huan.

While Gongyang Mo was letting his imagination run wild, Zhou Huan had already stepped into the legendary Shrek Academy.

This legendary academy had stood at the pinnacle of Douluo Continent for ten thousand years.

Countless Titled Douluo, Super Douluo, and even Limit Douluo had emerged from it, as well as those from ten thousand years ago... the Seven Gods!

Zhou Huan stood beside Sea God Lake, closed his eyes, spread his arms, and took a deep breath.

He had finally arrived here!

In fact, enrolling in Shrek Academy was not difficult for him. The hard requirement of being under twelve and possessing Soul Power at Level 15 had long been met by him.

He was not born with Innate Full Soul Power, but his Innate Soul Power had still reached Level 8.

After awakening his Martial Soul at the age of six, Zhou Huan had spent nearly six years cultivating from a Level 8 Soul Master to his current Level 27 Soul Grandmaster.

That was right, Level 27, not the Level 22 he had displayed.

As for why he could conceal his cultivation level even while releasing his Martial Soul, that had to do with his Second Martial Soul.

That would not be discussed for now.

Furthermore, the second condition for enrolling in Shrek Academy was a recommendation letter from someone at City Lord level. Zhou Huan had always thought that was a damned rule.

If he had not met her, getting a recommendation letter would have taken some extra effort.

Zhang Lexuan, Senior Disciple Sister of the Inner Court.

She was the third benefactor Zhou Huan had encountered after transmigrating into this world.

The first two were naturally his parents in this world.

His parents had had him late in life. They had both already been over fifty when he was born.

Moreover, his parents had only been Soul Masters in the level teens.

His encounter with Zhang Lexuan was connected, more or less, to his parents. Zhou Huan had always believed that his parents were watching over him from somewhere beyond.

Because two years ago, Zhou Huan had gone to visit his parents' graves.

It was an ordinary little village in the Heaven Dou Empire, with an ordinary little back mountain. Yet both Zhou Huan's parents and Zhang Lexuan's parents were buried there.

The circumstances in which they met were not beautiful. They were even filled with sorrow.

Yet although Zhou Huan felt sad inside, he was far from heartbroken. After all, his parents in this life had lived out their natural years. There had been no vendetta, no grudges, and they had not suffered much when they passed.

But the Zhang Lexuan in Zhou Huan's eyes was completely different.

How should he put it?

At that moment, she had seemed like a classical beauty with flowing long hair, like a fairy who had accidentally wandered into the mortal world. Yet her entire being was filled with sorrow.

Her gaze was lost, but not a single tear fell.

There was no hysterical crying, nor any stubborn refusal to rise from her knees.

She merely stood there quietly, as though she existed apart from the world.

It seemed that this world did not belong to her, nor did she belong to this world.

Zhou Huan guessed that perhaps there was nothing left worth holding onto, or perhaps she simply did not know which road to take and stood at a crossroads in life.

Gravestones.

Autumn wind.

Withered leaves.

Dusk.

A lonely young woman dressed in white.

The scene was undoubtedly a sorrowful painting that made one's heart ache.

At that moment, Zhou Huan did not know that the young woman before him was Zhang Lexuan, Senior Disciple Sister from the era of Peerless Tang Sect.

Without any ulterior motive or special purpose, Zhou Huan walked toward the lonely young woman lost in grief.

There was no particular reason. Zhou Huan simply could not bear it at that moment.

"Miss, my condolences."

Zhou Huan was not particularly good at comforting others, especially when facing a young woman—a very beautiful young woman. After all, in his previous life, he had merely been an otaku.

Still, those four simple words were enough to break the heavy atmosphere of grief.

Upon hearing his voice, the young woman came back to her senses and no longer remained immersed in her earlier sorrow. "I'm fine. Thank you."

In truth, with her cultivation, she had long noticed Zhou Huan's every movement.

She could simply sense that the youth bore no ill intent. Besides, even if he had malicious intentions, he could not possibly defeat her.

"The dead are gone, but the living must go on. I believe those who have passed would also want you to live happily, Miss."

Only then did Zhou Huan see the inscription on the gravestone:

[Father: Zhang Qinghe]

[Grave][Daughter: Zhang Lexuan; erected]

[Mother: Liu Qinqin]

Zhang Lexuan?

Could it really be such a coincidence?

However, Zhou Huan suppressed all his questions at the time, because whether she was the Zhang Lexuan he had in mind was not important at all. He continued to console her. "Though no one can truly feel another's pain, my parents told me before they passed that, 'Brat, take good care of yourself from now on. Visit us once every year or every few years. Don't be sad for too long. People have to keep moving forward.'"

In truth, those comforting words sounded terribly pale and lacked any real persuasiveness.

But coming from a youth who had also lost both parents, they were ultimately different.

That was what they called empathy.

At least at that moment, Zhang Lexuan could truly feel the youth's sincere emotions.

It was just that the way he spoke did not sound like a youth at all. Instead, he sounded like an adult who had weathered countless hardships.

However, Zhang Lexuan was not repulsed by the youth's maturity.

In fact, after he approached her, her Soul Power seemed to feel a sense of affinity toward him.

That surprised her somewhat.

She was an esteemed Level 79 Peak Soul Sage. How could her Soul Power feel affinity toward a Soul Master who was at most in the level teens?

It sounded absurd just thinking about it.

Perhaps it was because of her current state of mind.

Zhang Lexuan could only explain it that way.

Still, because of that, she developed a hint of interest in the youth before her. Besides, it was somewhat embarrassing for an esteemed Peak Soul Sage to need consolation from a youth who looked to be around ten years old.

Thus, she changed her previously depressed demeanor and returned to being the Inner Court's Senior Disciple Sister, Gentle as the Moon. "You little fellow, why do you sound like a little old man?"

After a pause, Zhang Lexuan added, "But thank you. I do feel much better."

"You're welcome. Helping others is my motto," Zhou Huan said shamelessly.

Other than not being especially good at comforting people, he was usually quite shameless when praising himself—a completely thick-skinned man.

Sure enough, Senior Disciple Sister was rendered speechless. She suddenly began to wonder whether the mature little fellow from earlier had merely been her imagination.

"My name is Zhou Huan. Zhou as in Zhou Tian Xing Chen, Huan as in happiness. Big Sister, what's your name?" At this moment, Zhou Huan clearly did not resemble the otaku from his previous life.

"...My name is Zhang Lexuan."

A new book sets sail. Please bookmark and recommend it.